painting by numbers

I sort the colours,
Stick on the little numbersÂ
roll out the canvaÂ
and love the feeling of the roughnessÂ
when i touch itÂ
the paint smells like childhood momentsÂ
not rushing i respect the tiny borders
of each field treating the smallest
as the most specialÂ
almost can’t detect change
Although minutes passÂ
small fields, i step backÂ
realize how far i have come
And think about the last oneÂ
cant remember all the lonely nights i spent onÂ
But i remember it  was my last artÂ
i showed to my grandpaÂ
now covered from coffee cup stainsÂ
and when i question why, i ask myselfÂ
whether its time, whether its pain,Â
maybe its bullshit.Â
But i just created something out of my loneliness,
Its a mosaique of solitude.
perhaps thats the art of it.
So i just continue.

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